Zhangsun Xun Yi gazed at the person opposite him. He didn’t know what to say. No cultivator would randomly propose such a thing. But this person was Grandmaster Leng the one who paved his way from a prodigy with the sword to a cultivator that was far out of the reach of all those countless talents the sects had heralded in his youth. Many people had gnashed their teeth in anger at the mere thought of his name and nobody had been able not to envy him.
Ah, he still remembered how Hua Min and he had looked at Hua Min’s Master with sparkling eyes when they were young after they found out that he was friends with that legendary figure.
This kind of person wouldn’t carelessly say anything. And what he had said made sense. Maybe they had been too rigid in their thinking.
He finally nodded. “Should this be implemented in the future when you take over the sect or …”
The Mei Xin festival was traditionally celebrated in the streets of the capital city, starting from the square in front of the Heavenly Emperor’s palace. The first of the three most-talked about couples of the immortal realms to arrive was Qiu Ling and Jing He.
It wasn’t that Qiu Ling wanted to come that early, quite the contrary in fact, but a certain someone had hurried to change his clothes and rushed back to Jing He’s palace with his wife, interrupting them right at the good part. Hmph.
Jing He glanced up and smiled at his husband’s miffed expression. “It’ll be a long day.”
“And we’ll get to spend every second of it together.”
“Mn.” Qiu Ling perked up. That’s right! Even though his father-in-law had disturbed them just when they got to the good part, he had still been with Jing He all morning. And he could spend the rest of the day with him too. How great!
Jing He’s smile broadened when he saw Qiu Ling like that. His husband … seemed to have forgotten that they spent every day together anyway when they were in the dragon realm. Well, he wouldn’t remind him.
Leng Jin Yu only smiled. “So you’ve known since then. I thought it was strange how you looked at the teacup.”
Zhangsun Xun Yi nodded. “I had my doubts. Although I do have to say that I never suspected anything until that day. It’s just that … that tea set was much too distinct and the memory too clear to miss this. I wrote a message to the Liu He Alliance afterward, asking whether there was still one of those paintings around.”
“Ah.” Leng Jin Yu nodded. “That’s right. He loved to paint. And as strange as I thought it was, he always loved to paint me. I guess he kept them.”
“Mn, and since Hua Min knew how much his Master was attached to those paintings he kept him after his death. I feel honored that he would let a disciple bring one of them over here.”
“He probably knew that you wouldn’t ask for one if it wasn’t important. Since we’ve established how this conversation came about why don’t you tell me what it is you wanted to ask?”
Meanwhile, in a dimly lit chamber in the demon realm, a man in an inky black robe stood in front of the dressing table he had fetched from a certain demon king’s room. He gloomily stared at the bronze mirror leaning against a casket with jewelry.
Mn … What should he do? Attending a festival … he had never done that. Not like this, at least. Not in the capital of the Nine Heavens …
He touched the mark between his brows, searching for information on that festival. Apparently, it was celebrated every year and in a grand way too. It was … a festival for lovers? Continue reading
Leng Jin Yu nodded. “Did you come to talk to Longjun?”
“I came to find that Bai Mu who saved you from the secret realm.”
Leng Jin Yu raised his brows. How come Xin Lan was also looking for Bai Mu? “He is in the restaurant down the road. Longjun is also there but he should leave soon.”
“Meaning I should hurry up because you’re worried I would do something unforgivable?”
Leng Jin Yu looked up at the sky. Ah, the resentment from his previous life … it seemed it hadn’t carried on only on his side. He turned back to Xin Lan and forced himself to smile. “Not that. But Bai Mu is being pursued by the Chun Feng Sect. He is very careful.”
Jing He and his father weren’t the only ones getting ready for the festival. Well, maybe they were. In a small house in the mortal realm, Jinde turned around on the bed, his golden hair flowing over the edge. “Husband …” He bent his legs and smoothed out his robe. “Husband!”
From the corridor, a sigh could be heard. “What happened?” Leng Jin Yu walked in with one bucket of water in each hand. He glanced at Jinde before going over to the tub behind the folding screen and pouring the water in. Mn, that should be enough. He put the buckets down at the side of the room and went to the bed. “I’ve finished.”
One slender leg stretched over and the big toe brushed his leg. “You were saying …?” Continue reading
Qiu Ling deflated. Unfortunately, everything he brought up was rejected right away. Was this guy even giving him a chance?! He harrumphed but still continued to ponder. This was his cousin-in-law, the prized son of Jing He’s one and only uncle. He couldn’t let him be unhappy! Jing He’s family was his family. And naturally, he would take good care of his family.
He pursed his lips. He did understand that they couldn’t stay in the human realm and that the demon realm was too dangerous. But what was the problem with the Nine Heavens? There should be some way around ascending. After all, Bai Mu’s father was the God of War! Couldn’t he just allow them? Continue reading
Jing He sat in front of his dressing table and refused to look at the mirror. Who knew what he would see if he did? He folded his hands in his lap and examined his nails instead, letting the two men behind him do whatever they wanted with his hair. Mn, his nails seemed a little dull. He should polish them when those two left.
Behind him, the Heavenly Emperor Rong Su glared at the person next to him. “What are you doing? That doesn’t suit him at all!”
Qiu Ling glared back. “Even if it wouldn’t suit him, my beloved would still be the most beautiful person around! And how can you say this doesn’t suit him? He looks beautiful!”
“He looks beautiful because he always looks beautiful! You said so yourself!”
“Hmph.” Qiu Ling turned to the side and continued to comb his half of Jing He’s hair.
The Heavenly Emperor wasn’t willing to let things go this easily though. “You don’t appreciate him enough!” Continue reading
On Tapas, Inksgiving is just around the corner so I felt that it’s time for another special. With Jing He’s inky-black hair in mind, I started to prepare a not-so-serious OMF story for you: A Hairy Situation!
This story is a ‘what if’ taking place after the end of the series. So just in case everyone lives until the last chapter and ends up with whom you think they should (*cough* Xiang Yu *cough*), this is what a festival would look like where everyone strives to be the fairest!
The first chapter will be up in a bit! I hope you’ll have fun reading 😊
In Zhong Gang’s restaurant, Qiu Ling had propped his head up on his hands and stared at Bai Mu with pursed lips. This was such a sad story! He fell in love with a woman but then he was imprisoned because of who some ancestor was and even now that he had been freed, he still couldn’t be with her! Ah, so sad …
If this was him and Jing He, then he would be desperate! Distraught! It would be a disaster! Ah, without his beloved, he was nothing. He needed Jing He like others needed the air to breathe. How fishes needed water to swim and … Qiu Ling blinked.
Anyway! “We should do something.” Continue reading